Thursday, October 29, 2009

Just hopin everyone has a happy halloween. lots of burning of conglomerates to the ground. take the ghosts of our past casualties and spread policy makers blood all around. trick with fright on the hallowed night may the gallows be rich with the tabloid hounds.

Friday, October 23, 2009

I'd like to take my raw bones &tear them out,take a piece of my cheek bonesmash turtle shellsand eat of its innocent meatmy teeth raw, nurtured,snails across my eyelidswhile a bug nit tick takes a bite offthe aphid screams and howlscrying for the mother with10,000 eyesa mouthful of signsspit them out on canvasas the universe expands and beyondgive me the keyslet me take the wheelsee as i look up in your eyeas the future comes i hit the gasas the righteous burn aliveon the 180th day of a protest and fastthey are left to diethe bugs all feed on the fortune seedsplanted by the sperm of wallstreet tycoonsforced to where noosesfor the proletariat to chooseand with what weaponto take out their belliesand listen to the liesa boon fordribblings burst from their mouthas my eyes left frozen straightand a petrified benchis coldit is isolatingi am freezingbut i cant movei soothi seeki worship the meeki do not seek the gold linedhallways and toiletsfor feces to inhabiton the backs of the broketilling poppy fieldsand coca plantsowned by mafiasand ghetto gangster crewsi feel the bruise to myvocal consciousnessrising past the harrowed narrowed horizonssupplyin the rippling divingdone now by the son of my lone starfamily character studywaiting for this recovery, asi see their fingers grappling bonesi see the screen shiftingi see a paradigm shift in blinding lightunknown to the man i was who now issitting with his fingers cut upby the working of middle class handsi will never take the standmy mouth wont movemy soul wont bend whilei took the corporate brandingand tattooed their emblemonto the middle of my facebut my body was full of the universeeach cell in every molecular reactionas proteins siphon energy for interactionsof the kind to build this bodya reflection of an ever expanding universein pyramidstriangles speaking putrid versesabout the hearses of lives we createddue to criteria listed on the insideon page 40 paragraph number 4referring to article 1 which statesthat the article in which it was originally based onhas now changed and said articlewill be strictly enforcedupon the dowry and pursei live to sing in vacant buildingsto rehearse in living my curseson hymn books and inertia thati feel as my heart slowsas my brow wrinklesas a few hairs grayas i say i do asi knew this was the rightsight for my eyes to align withi can feel the apple and pipsrunning down the side ofmy leg as i lie next to youthe cold winds brewing passionsstashed away awaiting the day,the minute i touch youthey can never saythere ain't a lot of me in youand you in eyeas i fight the dawns early lightits delight for the blessing asi can see slippery black fingersoutpacing my moving shadowy fortresslingering in the fogi see them crawling across the roomwith little creep eyes staring into thedepths of my mindwitnessing the most disturbingof memories of actionsand inactionsof truths and serumsas i near themi see the zoom of the noon hourand my tongue tastes theblizzard of hasty conclusionsallusions to the wayi saw his eyes driftas i sifted through the necessary skillsand equipment built in to handlethese moments where a motherfuckerdoesnt' know what the hell he's goingto door are we able to do it?as soon as you came alongas the long icelandic song playsas the big black orb rotates aroundmy head for dayswith dancers and musical personalchiming in with ideasflights flurries from the machinesradiating us in neon trains and planesdo not defy thelittle red worms swirling in thedarkness likea vampire's capethe yellow tape will not keepwe the people from getting throughthe sooner you'll know thisthe better will be the mindas you welcome the subconscious voo dooleaving its hexit doesnt matter who's nextof what effects youwant to put up on to thatscreen full of mind blowingstar gate visualsis the eventual pay offfor mind expansionthere we go back to mind expansionthe ideas of space and time rumblingthrough me as i delve in a dormant mindhow to cope with the responsibilitieswith inabilities for believingthe utilities of the ruse and facadeperforms before mewith a stage turnover of nanosecondwait a secondam i not the same living in the reality TVpunch lineslaughing headslike pez dispensersbig eyesexaggerated smilesusing their bewitchingdenial to lead me to the troughto chomp and stray away from themessages of the minds leftscribbling to pass time in a short lifeto accept the strifeto adapt to a endless nightand its all horizontal againand it draws us ini see legs ripped from bodiesi see heads skippingacross the highways likestonesand i grab the bone a little tighteri see my hands tighteni see deathi see progressi see embryos crawlingupon the shoresmillions of fetusesi see them devouring the peoplei see them walking into storesand buying cigarettesi see them reading the Anarchy cook booki see the world burningi see the fetuses cryingi see their wailsi hear themi cannot sleepi cannot gripi cannot stop hearingtheir gums on the bonesof dying men and kidsand i see the metropolisin the skyi see us reading booksin large vesselsmoving through the cosmosthrough infinite blackholeslife everlasting as longas you roll like the stoneparallel to time changesas vowels of strange contextcarries a devil into the cathedralfor reconciliationwhere i see you standingcovered in lightwhen you talk i see only colorsblossoming from your mouthlike flowers blooming in the wee hoursof morningthe mourning widowi see her web tangle, i see it collectdust,she sitting in the middleonly crawling for the occasionalfly forgetting the safe routeand she staresand she sees his eyesand she hears him nibble on the ice chipsas the peeping of the apple pippops from the side of her mouththe south sob story heard on the north side by every bookiethe "cookie" of cat calls,she wasno longerunable to strut her stuffbefore the ages rubbed her skin, pulled it all downwhere we stand our groundwe must keep our gold and silverin our mouthswe must munch away its valuewe must do what leads this to be undone

and my mouth gapes at the sight ofthe monolithof the apes cracking skullsof higher levels of conscious enabling space and time communicationbeyond our physicsaligned with the cynicswe drown in the seasafter climbing the pipesleaving the fake heads on bed sheetsthe guards unawarethe dogs all asleepwe move away the stonescreated by long nightsand cafeteria spoonswe crawl through the stoneand soon we move againover the fenceand into the seawith the raincoat floatto escape this sortof non-existence with existenceandescape the monolith'scrippling note

About Me

Two brothers born into the cosmos and left to make music conveying story and song from the creative depths of their minds.

(g)eppettoGESTAPO is a music project surviving amongst the sweltering ashes of the modern American dream, in a vast multiverse, in the prison of purgatory lost in the sixth dimension of Earth. Metaphors for our present and future.

gG's purpose is simple: to utilize the metaphor of classic story archetypes as to express their interpretation of our dimension and fuse it with electronics, the future, and the occasional, spoken word tomfoolery.

They are simply tales from beyond a galactic fog forged in the subconscious of a collective will and mind.